With Brown leading the way, Roland led people to surround the tent of a prisoner of war camp, which was inhabited by high-ranking cadres among the prisoners of war, who were almost all earls and viscounts before joining the rebels, and in the prisoner of war camp, they also had more rights than others.

The food, living environment, and comfort were more than a star and a half better than those of other prisoners of war, which made Roland even more puzzled why these people were rioting.

"Are you sure it's here?" that 'dead' Earl Fox entered the POW camp as an ordinary prisoner of war, and can still enjoy it here?" Roland asked, pointing to the tent with some surprise.

"Ahem, my lord, this is what you don't understand, these people are the best at exploiting loopholes, after Fawkes entered the prisoner of war camp as an ordinary soldier, he secretly contacted the prisoners of war living in the aristocratic district, his prestige is very high, so he found his vassal Viscount Corunna, and secretly entered the aristocratic district, and now he is basically the head of this area. Brown spread his hands, helpless.

"What? Could it be that this guy has become the king of this area?" Roland's mouth turned upward, "Then let him see who is in charge here!"

"Listen, people inside, you're surrounded! Get out of it in line! or we'll shoot!" shouted one of the soldiers.

All transcendent POWs have a chain on their body that limits their supernatural abilities, but this chain has a distance requirement and will expire after leaving the mother stone, but it is just enough to envelop the entire POW camp.

These items were still recovered from Harlaus's warehouse, and were supposed to be used to restrain some of the transcendent prisoners in the rebel barracks, and there were enough of them to have more than five hundred sub-chains.

The aristocratic prisoners of war inside were chatting with each other, and after a while, they came out in line one after another, and there were nine people in total, standing in a row not far away.

"Go up and take a look, is there that Fox among these people?" Roland patted Brown on the shoulder, pointing to the row of nobles in front of him.

"Lift your head up for me!Recognize your identity, you are now prisoners of war, not horse-riding nobles!" Roland roared, like thunder.

The nobles quickly raised their heads obediently, with a hint of fear in their eyes towards Roland, but when they turned their heads to see Brown, a trace of resentment flashed in their eyes.

Brown swept his eyes, then shook his head.

"No, my lord, it's not them, Fawkes must still be in there, I recognize his appearance turned to ashes, but these guys are also Fawkes's accomplices, and these people are involved in planning the riot. ”

"Oh, then take these people down first, and then they will be arraigned one by one!" Roland waved his hand, "So this Fawkes is still hiding in the tent?"

"Quite possibly. ”

A squad of soldiers took the nine noble prisoners of war to a house for which they did not know what to do, leaving only a hundred Rayburg soldiers, as well as Roland and Brown.

The scene was a little stiff at one point.

"Brown, you know all the basic information about that Fawkes, like whether he's a mage or a warrior?

"Fourth-level Blazing Flame and Storm Mages, very old-fashioned, and has also cultivated a certain melee mage's abilities, and the sub-class is a Potions Master, I know this. Brown said.

"Double-training melee mage abilities? That's a bit tricky to deal with. Roland pondered, "Edmund, tell the sentry that the 'Vulcan' is aimed at this tent, and tell him to be accurate in case of fire." ”

"Report!" Vulcan is always keeping an eye on the situation here, and if the people inside dare to move, they will become a sieve. Edmund, Roland's guard, saluted.

"My lord, why bother? Aren't all the transcendent POWs carrying this?" Brown asked, pointing to the blue-glowing chains on his wrists.

"No, there are some small differences, the chains worn by you transcendents below the second level and the chains worn by these old silver coins of the third and fourth levels are simply two things; I don't know how that Fawkes hides his strength, but the chains he wears on his hands definitely can't limit the huge magic power in his body, and he must not blindly send troops in. Roland shook his head, and patiently explained the difference between chains.

"Oh! I see, I see. Brown nodded thoughtfully.

"Count Fawkes, I know you're in there! I'll only give you three counts, and we'll rush in and kill you!" Roland stared nervously at the tent door with his hands on his waist.

"Three!" Roland pulled out a grenade.

"Two!" pulled the grenade's safety loop.

"One!" Roland shook his head, and quickly threw the grenade.

"Boom!"

The grenade rolled into the tent, and three seconds later, the entire tent burst into flames with explosions and smoke.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" The smoke and dust kicked up by the grenade were blown by the wind to Roland's side, causing many people to cough, and the power of this defensive grenade is too great!

"Commander, there's no one in there!" one of the soldiers quickly reacted and exclaimed.

"What? there's no one in there?" Roland narrowed his eyes, then tilted his unkind gaze toward Brown.

"My lord, this ...... You can't blame me! What's going on? That guy must still be here! Shouldn't it?" Brown looked a little confused, and his words stumbled a little.

"Oh, where's that guy from Fox?" Roland's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was a little fierce.

"Commander, you let me find out," ...... a soldier came running with a gun on his back, whispering something in Roland's ear.

"Okay, I got it. You go to the side first, I'll take care of this side first. Roland waved his hand and told the soldier to pull away.

"Give me a reasonable explanation, Earl Brown...... Or should I call Earl Fox. Roland took a step back, tilted his head, and looked at "Brown" in front of him, and the soldiers around him raised their guns without Roland raising their guns and aimed them at this guy.

"Uh, sir, what do you mean by that, why am I still that Fox?" Brown said as he pointed to himself.

"I have to praise you, your acting skills are really good! I'm afraid that you have been specially honed for two years at the National Center for the Performing Arts in Lorraine! The real Brown has been found out! He died in the machine-gun fire just now!" Roland yelled at "Brown" and took a dozen steps back.

"I have to admire, your movements are fast! Congratulations, you guessed right! But your time of death has also arrived!"

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